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- Hi. - The bell's broken.

Come on in.

- Hi, Julia. - Hi.

You are saving our lives.

We're late.

We're going to a friend's house for dinner,

but they live out at the beach

so I don't gonna expect we're gonna be home until,

oh, 11, 11:30.

- Is that okay? - Sure.

Your parents coming to pick you up?

My brother, but he's gonna wait till I call him.

- Okay. - We're late.

The kids are asleep already.

Do you remember where their room is?

I'll find it.

How do I look?

You look late.

Beautiful, but late.

I've left the number where we're going to be on the door of the fridge.

Okay.

Bye-bye.

And, Julia, thanks again for coming on such short notice.

- Bye. - Bye.

Hello.

Hello?

I think you have the wrong number.

You do have the wrong number.

Yes, who is it?

Hi.

You don't know me.

My car is broken down and, uh...

I was wondering if I could come in and use the phone.

Who do you want to call?

The Auto Club.

I'm a member, they'll send someone out to help me.

It'll only take a minute.

Just to come in and make one call.

I won't bother you again.

I'll call them for you.

I can do it.

I don't wanna put you through any trouble.

You can trust me.

It's okay.

What do you want me to tell them?

You're gonna need to write this down.

I'm back.

Okay, my name is Steven Dane.

Mm-hmm.

Card number 245,

38,

142,

0020.

And that uh, that expires at the end of August of this year.

Okay.

Just tell them the name of the street,

a block north of Franklin.

And I may need a tow, the car, it won't start.

Won't they need to know what kind of car it is?

Uh, it's a black Chevy Impala, 1983.

- License number N-Y-Z... - Uh huh.

662.

You don't know the number of the Auto Club, do you?

I think it's 555-6800.

Okay, I'll be right back.

Hello?

Did you call them?

Yes, they said they'd be here in about an hour.

An hour?

They always say they'll come within 30 minutes.

What's going on?

That's what they told me.

Maybe it's a busy night or...

Yeah, maybe.

Okay, thanks, I appreciate it.

Who is it?

They didn't come.

It's me, the Auto Club hasn't come.

I'm sorry.

Listen, can I just come in and talk to them?

Give them a call?

No, I'm sorry.

I can't do that.

Would you call them again for me please?

Sure.

Okay.

You still have all the information I gave you?

License plate, card number, all that stuff?

Yes.

Hold on, I'll go call them again.

Hello, Auto Club?

Yeah, um, we called before about an hour ago

and you never came.

What's the deal?

Well, we've been waiting here.

I mean, why don't you try and get a move on?

Some of us haven't got all night.

You know what I mean?

Yes.

The name is blah blah blah.

Black Chevy Impala.

Blah blah blah blah.

License plate blah blah blah.

Card number blah blah blah blah.

Blah blah blah blah.

And, um, while you're at it...

Why don't you call my brother and tell him to come over.

I could use the company.

Please.

Okay, I called them again.

Are you there?

Hello?

What do you want?

You never called them, did you?

You never called the Auto Club?

Yes, I did.

Of course, I did.

I don't believe you.

Why don't you go bother the people next door?

Some other house on this block?

I have, they're not home.

Nobody else is home on this street.

Just you.

I can't even see your car out the window.

You've been looking out the window?

Yes.

I don't see any car.

It's down the block.

Don't you believe me?

Look.

I've, I've done what I, I could for you.

Why don't you just go away and leave me alone?

I'm sorry.

Listen, I'm stuck here.

Could you do me one more favor and call my wife?

Tell her what's happened and not to worry?

Would you do that please?

All right.

Give her my card number.

Tell her to call the Auto Club.

Maybe she'll have better luck.

You still have the information I gave you

written down somewhere?

Yes.

The number is 555,

4370.

Did you call her?

Yes.

There was no answer.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Are you okay in there?

Yes.

All right.

Well, thanks.

You've done what you could.

I'm sorry to bother you.

Go away!

Leave me alone, please!

Listen to me very carefully.

You don't live here, do you?

You're just a babysitter.

Have you...

been upstairs in the last five minutes?

Why?

I don't think you're alone in this house.

Someone's upstairs.

I've seen them moving around through the windows.

You should get out of there now.

Come on out, Julia.

I never told you my name!

Don't stay in there.

- I'm warning you. - Where...

Where are you?

What have you done with them?

I'm hiding in the bushes.

Why?

He's in there with you.

Look into the living room.

Please believe me!

I'm telling you the truth.

I've dealt with the police before.

I know you think I'm...

I'm not making this up!

What's going on?

I don't know.

She keeps talking about something

that happened five years ago.

Is there a record on it?

Take a few days to get up here, if it exists.

You want me to put in a request?

No.

Call the university, tell them we have a hysterical coed

on our hands.

Have them send someone over from the Dean of Women's Office.

Okay.

Anyone but Johnson.

Yeah.

Hey, Johnson.

Thanks for calling.

Didn't take me long, did it?

It's okay.

She's calmed down quite a bit.

She was badly traumatized five years ago.

What are you, a clairvoyant?

I got files.

In there?

Julia, I'm Jill.

I'm director of the women's services here on campus.

How you doin'?

I'm okay.

Now I was brought in on this a little late

so I don't know what you've already told these gentlemen

so if you wouldn't mind repeating it for me

from the beginning?

How far back you want me to go?

Just the recent stuff here at school.

Okay.

I came here two years ago as a freshman

in the liberal arts program.

I stopped going home after the first summer.

I got an apartment off campus and, um,

I've been there for about a year and a half.

Almost four months ago...

I can give you an exact date if you want it.

I noticed that this book of mine, this book of poems,

it wasn't on the shelf where I keep it.

Where was it?

Well, it was on the shelf,

it just wasn't in the place where I always keep it.

It had been moved.

Go ahead.

I didn't think much of it at the time.

I mean, I noticed it, I just didn't get concerned.

Then about six weeks ago I was suddenly awakened

at three o'clock in the morning.

My alarm clock was going off.

I didn't set that alarm.

This afternoon, I came home to my apartment

and I discovered hanging in my closet

a shirt that doesn't belong to me.

It's a child's shirt.

I came here.

My door is triple bolted.

I live up on the third story.

Is that all?

Don't you see?

Somebody has gotten in three times

in the last four months.

Someone has been in my apartment and they have done things,

little things, to let me know that he's there!

Didn't you just say that you keep the front door

triple locked and your apartment

is three stories up from the ground?

Yes, yes!

Yes.

That's a hell of an effort for someone to move a book.

Uh, Julia, would you mind

stepping outside for just a minute?

You all just heard the same thing I did, right?

So what's to talk about?

Does she have a psychiatric record or something?

Paranoid delusions?

What about this incident five years ago?

Some sort of harassment thing.

Well, did they catch the guy?

Apparently not, but what do I know?

It's still running around her mind that's for sure.

I believe her.

What?

I believe her.

The incident five years ago was more

than a harassment thing.

Two children disappeared and they haven't been found yet

dead or alive.

Yes, she does have a psychiatric record

and a pretty extensive one.

She was responsible for those children,

and she barely escaped with her own life.

I would be willing to bet that her apartment is pretty bare,

not cluttered.

You would know if a book had been moved.

You know exactly how many socks you have in a drawer.

How many matches are in the box by the stove.

You don't mistake those things

and the terrifying thing is apparently...

he knows you don't.

Julia?

Will you come with me?

Nice place.

Thank you.

I'm not real comfortable with narrow corridors

and small spaces.

Nooks and crannies.

Why don't you have a seat?

I'll make us some tea.

Oh!

Want to call your parents and let them know

what's going on?

They're divorced.

I know.

How?

How do you know about me?

I've known about you since the day

you set foot on campus.

It's my job.

Julia, when I was a girl I went through something

very similar to your experience.

I was babysitting in a strange house

and the children I was responsible for were murdered.

The police caught the man,

but it took me a long time to get over it.

Couldn't be alone.

Julia, I don't think that the police are going

to get involved, not at this stage.

I would like to call in someone to consult,

an old friend of mine.

I haven't seen him in years, but I think he will come down

now if I ask him.

And in the meantime,

I want you to know you can stay here with me

until you feel that you're ready

to go back to your own apartment.

We will get you through this.

Now boarding at Ramp Seven.

Hey!

Julia, come here.

Julia, come on!

This is John Clifford.

- Hi, Julia, how are ya? - This is Julia.

- Pleasure. - John.

There were two men?

Yes, two.

One of whom she only heard, never saw.

I saw him once through the window

the first time that he came to the door, but it was dark.

Which window?

The living room.

There was a window in the living room

that the police found open, but only six or eight inches,

and there was never an explanation for it.

Is it possible...

that the man who was talking to you outside the door

came into the living room through that window?

No.

No.

No, he was right outside the door.

I had been listening to him there all night.

And when he said to look into the living room, I looked.

I didn't wait.

I turned to my side and there he was, the other one.

He was right there.

The police never believed that there was a man outside

because the doctor came home just then.

Did they have some other theory?

No.

I guess I didn't lock it when I left.

I was scared and I just ran right to the police.

That's okay.

Anything changed?

No.

Your hanger?

Yeah.

Jill, I can stay here now.

Sure?

Yes.

I mean, the next time could be

tomorrow or next month.

It could be five years from now, couldn't it?

I want a life.

Crisis Center Hotline.

Wait a minute, slow down.

Do you need the police?

Crisis Center.

Situations do arise where there is no one

around to help you.

And you have to defend yourself

by whatever means necessary.

You cannot say that you don't believe in violence

unless you also say you don't believe in living.

They just came up along with these old reports.

It's eerie, isn't it?

Why in the five years John, do you think,

between then and now?

Ah, he could have been doing time for something else.

Could have got away.

Could have lost track of her.

Could have lost interest.

Could have gone off with these children alive.

Mm-hmm.

There can be a thousand reasons with a psychopath.

I'm assuming that one of them

had training as a locksmith.

It's possible.

Not difficult to open a lock if you know what you're doing.

What about the shirt?

Nothing yet.

No prints on the hanger.

I'm sure he wouldn't have left anything

that could be traced back to him.

Why do you keep saying him?

I don't believe there were two men.

Why not?

It's a feeling.

You know.

I kinda wish it is two men this time.

Twice as easy to find.

Not just that.

If it is only one, then he's got something going for him

we haven't even begun to imagine.

Hello?

Julia, what's the matter?

- Where are you? - I thought I saw somebody

in the window.

I heard this noise and it woke me up and I looked.

Where exactly in your apartment are you?

I'm on the bed.

Are there any lights on?

Just the lamp beside my bed.

Well, what do you see?

Nothing.

What do you hear now?

Nothing.

Is your window closed?

Yes.

Locked.

Yes.

And the door.

I can't tell, it must be.

Julia, listen to me.

Don't assume anything.

Put the phone down and secure the apartment.

Look into the kitchen then the bathroom.

Turn on the light, look inside.

Then the closet.

Then go over to the front door and make sure it's locked.

Okay.

And I want you to talk to me the entire time.

Tell me exactly where you are, what you're doing.

All right?

All right.

I'm going into the kitchen now.

There's nothing there.

Now I'm going towards the bathroom.

I'm turning on the light.

Julia?

Julia?

Julia!

I'm back.

Good.

The door was locked.

All right.

Now I want you to turn off the light.

Okay.

And look out the window.

I don't see anything.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

I probably imagined this whole thing.

It's possible.

But please do call me if you're concerned

about anything else, any time.

Okay.

Thank you.

John, it's me, it's Jill.

Julia just phoned.

Julia.

Do you own a gun?

Gun pointing down.

Every night I go to bed hoping that

tomorrow somehow things are gonna be different.

That I'm gonna be somebody else with a different life.

Somebody with friends.

A person with a future, who isn't alone.

A person who maybe has someone.

And then I wake up.

Julia.

Don't let the future close in on you.

Mr. Clifford.

Do you think that I'm doing the right thing?

I mean, I could run away.

Try and disappear.

But maybe they wouldn't find me.

I can't make that choice for you.

I'm sorry.

Have you seen Julia? Isn't she supposed to be here?

Has anyone seen Julia?

Not at her apartment.

I just can't believe that she wouldn't call me.

Maybe she's avoiding you.

Jill.

Are you sure she hasn't created something that isn't there?

What do you mean?

A book, an open window.

Explanations are getting pretty hard to come by.

John, what is happening to Julia is real.

And it's too much for her.

She's coming apart and I can't blame her.

And I don't think she should be

made to confront it this way.

What choice does she have?

What choice do any of us have?

Is she back at her apartment?

Alone?

I made her promise she would stay at my apartment.

The women at the center are gonna be checking on her.

Mr. Clifford?

- Yes. - Suzie Hart.

Jill Johnson.

You must have some pull with the police down here.

I appreciate your cooperation.

Glad to be of help.

Just close the door when you're finished.

Thank you.

This is the window.

It was open six inches.

It's only 15 feet.

15 feet, that's an easy distance.

He manipulated his voice so that she believed

he was outside and he never was, not at the end.

That's why the doctor never saw anyone.

He was inside the house with her.

This is gonna sound crazy but...

we're looking for a ventriloquist.

Left the kitchen door open.

1380, 61.

Those are the tags, two for 13 Victor Circle.

It's Julia.

She shot herself.

Oh.

You can see the bullet entered the skull here

just above the right ear leaving a number of lead fragments.

There are extensive powder burns at the point of entry

indicating the close range.

And it exited this area here.

What was the weapon?

We already got the forensic report on the slug.

They dug it out of the ceiling.

It was from a nine millimeter registered in her name.

We found it right beside her.

It's amazing she's still alive.

Can she talk?

No.

Will she be able to, someday?

Do you believe in God?

I've seen a lot of these cases.

I worked in Miami until three years ago.

Old people check themselves out all the time.

When did it happen?

The best we could figure, about two in the morning.

I should have been home with her.

Don't you know?

She was in her own apartment.

Why?

Why would she come back here?

John.

This is dated last night.

It's dark, I can't see.

No phone.

Jill, where are you?

I don't think it proves anything.

What do you think then?

Instincts will only take you so far.

Then you have to rely on evidence and there isn't any.

This is evidence, read it.

I've read it.

Read it again.

It's dark, no phone.

What do you think that means, no phone?

It was taken out like five years ago.

Phone is working.

Today, what about last night at 2 a.m.

It's dark.

What do you think that means?

Does it say in there why she went back to her apartment?

Does it?

Jill.

Mm!

She tried to kill herself.

What if you're wrong?

Look, there's nothing more I can do.

And even if I'm wrong, he won't be around any more.

He is out there somewhere.

He will go after someone else.

I'm sorry.

I'm going home.

Well, I don't know why he didn't just

finish the job and kill her.

Jill!

Julia.

It's me, it's Jill.

I'm with you.

You're getting better.

I know it.

Those stupid doctors, they don't believe it but

they don't know you like I know you.

Julia.

We'll get him.

Somehow, I promise you.

I will get him.

Hello, Jill.

I said, hello, Jill.

Honey, Edgar Bergen is dead.

Charlie McCarthy, Mortimer Snerd.

Nobody wants acts like that anymore.

There must be others, where would I look?

I don't know burlesque theaters, bar mitzvahs.

You could try those places around 159th Street.

Here.

Hey, daddy.

Jesus is com...

Hey, honey.

Shhh!

Ladies and gentlemen,

put your hands together for The Great Landis!

Can you just hold the spot, don't move it?

How many times have you looked at yourself in the mirror

and asked yourself, "Who am I going to be today?"

"What face will I show the world?"

It is said that God created Man in his own image.

I looked in the mirror this morning and this is what I saw.

Of course there are other mirrors

besides the one above your bathroom sink, aren't there?

The woman sitting out there knows the truest one,

the mirror that most reflects the person she wants to be,

despite all the makeup she uses, and hairstyles and clothes,

is in the eyes of the man who loves her.

And maybe for the college boys the truest mirror

is the toilet bowl staring back at them

the morning after a toga party.

I don't know.

We live our lives in a land of mirrors, don't we?

Everyone we meet, everything we see and feel

from the blank ceiling above our heads

to the eyes averted on the street,

to the close, sweaty smell of rooms like this.

- They tell us who we are. - That's enough!

Without them, you become like me.

Cut it, that's it!

I am not the reflection of anything.

I am not an illusion, I am the truth.

- Tony! - Invisible.

Unknowable.

You people are the real illusions.

You people are the real illusionists.

Yeah!

What the fuck was that?

What, you crazy?

I'm gonna get you arrested.

- Please. - I fucking will.

Look, I'll do it right, I need the money.

Oh, you need money.

You need money, you can lick the stinking toilets clean.

There's your goddamn plumber!

Jesus.

Toilet's over here.

Hasn't worked in three days.

Yeah.

Yeah!

Woo!

Yeah, yeah!

Baby, this is good, oh yeah.

Yeah!

I liked it.

I liked your act.

Nothing's an act.

Just get the hell out of here, come on.

Out, out!

Mr. Landis?

They told me about your act inside.

I missed it.

Where you goin'?

I wanna talk to ya.

I wanna give you a job!

I wanna hire ya!

Wait!

Can you tell me if Mr. Landis lives down there?

William Landis?

He's a ventriloquist.

He's gone.

What do you mean?

Moved out.

For good?

When?

Poor guy.

Come out here, children had died.

Wanted to find their mother, tell her about it.

Did he find her?

I think so.

Thanks.

Jill?

Yeah.

You all right?

Yes, I just need a little time to think.

I'm fine.

Thank you for asking.

You sure?

I'm fine.

Operator.

Yes, operator, can you dial a local number for me please?

What is the number please?

555-2348.

Let me try it for you.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, sir.

There seems to be some problem with that line.

What sort of problem?

I don't know, sir.

A crossed line or a temporary disconnect.

I'll make a report of it.

Jill.

Jill.

Jill.

How does it feel?

You're all alone now, Jill.

Help me, Jill.

It's dark.

I can't see.

No phone.

Jill, where are you?

Jill.

I'm here.

I'm here.

Jill.

Where are you?

I'm here, Jill.

Where are you?

It's dark, Jill.

I can't see!

Hi-yah, Hi-yah!

Jill!

Jill!

Where's the gun?

Thank God.

Jill.

Jill.

Jill?

Jill.

You're okay?

Is he dead?

He's dead.

Doctor Miller, 4721.

Okay.

They were gonna give you a private room.

I just figured you'd get better faster

if you had somebody to talk to.

Julia?